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Having cycled further South meant having battled the cold rain for over a month, sat in a tiny capsuled wet tent, tried to keep warm, deprived of camp fires, stuck in my own customs.
The bottomline of cycling in wintry conditions is much about staying warm, ending the day in a soothing manner and balancing cold and hardship with a counterpart. Am I willing to replace my need for solitude with coming closer to locals and gaucho’s?
For some occult reason I had given my dad a woolen thermal shirt, woolen socks and a fleece sleeping bag liner when he visited me in the Atacama desert. While […]
Beauty still grabs me, colder temperatures wraps around my body, enjoyment controls the ride, and all of this I keep as my guiding line to continue further south on Ruta 40.
The end of Atacama desert has come, I am skirting high into the Andes. From grains to green, from warmth to crisp, from heartache to anew.
How fun is cycling through Patagonia in winter? I started with crisp autumn weather and kept continuing until the cold, rain and snow hit me. Then it hit me hard!
You know that feeling; when everything falls together, in the right proportions, on the correct timings, in quantities nicely chopped to swallow it whole but preferring to chew, chew, and chew on. Perhaps a tiny thing is sometimes bothering, if only the thought that I make way too many photo’s!
Dad and I are keen on relative solitude, now we are 24/7 together. In need for air at high altitude. Amongst self centered young travelers. Moody Bolivians. Bad food. Touristy places.
Falling in love is not restricted to a person. I flirt hard with Atacama, where ocean and desert fuses.